Rope Of Weeds - Elysian Fields

Night cracked like a skull

Made the moon convulse

Wrapped its chilly tongue around my mast

A fortnight it would be

Since I’d been out at sea

Ne’er another soul had crossed my path

Ne’er another soul had crossed my path

I was hauling salt

In my bleached and battered boat

Trawling just to pass the restless night

When I felt the queerest tug

Against that fraying cord

Reeling in a devastating sight

In the brackish sound

Somebody had drowned

She wrapped her raven rings around my line

She wrapped her raven rings around my line

In a tangled open dress

The most comely bloodless breasts

A distant look was frozen in her eyes

A fiend possessed my soul

As I helped her to disrobe

A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs

A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs

My ill and frenzied heart

And the quiet lapping song

Beaten by the splendor of her hips

I had to lay her down

Atop those briny beds

And press my mouth against her silent lips

The frigid moon was green

Upon my wicked scene

My wasted angel shimmering in sand

I had to be with her

And leave the world behind

I knew that no one else could understand

And I slipped her silver palm inside my hand

Married to the bower

I threw our bodies overboard

Our hearts were bound by heavy rusted chain

Now I roam the ocean floor

With the lady I adore

This is where we remain

This is where we remain

This is where we remain

This is where we remain